Remembering 9/11...Where were you?

I remember Mom and Dad discussing where they were when President Kennedy was shot when I was younger. I tend to remember 'where I was' for many random events in my life. I remember when I found out that my Mom was going to the hospital to have my brother David...I was in first grade. I remember where I was when I found out I got into BYU. I remember Sally promising me one of her babies if she was indeed having twins. I remember where I was when the "City of Salt Lake City" was awarded the 2002 Winter Games. I could go on and on. I remember 9/11/01.

I woke up like any other Tuesday morning and got in the shower. When I got out of the shower, I began my morning ritual...dry hair, put on make up, continue to dry hair, what to wear, etc.... I was surprised when my phone rang, because no one calls me in the morning before work. It was Dad...he said to turn on the TV, that the World Trade Center was on fire... I went into the living room, wrapped in a towel, and turned on the TV...I sat there and watched...what was going on??? The second plane had hit the WTC. I continued to get ready for work...I had a big day ahead and school that evening. On my way to work, I heard the reports about the Pentagon, then the Flight 93...down in rural Pennsylvania. This was surreal. When I got to work, the radios were on in the office, we were all trying to understand what was going on.

That night I went to school...no the class was not cancelled..but the topic was the days events. On my way home, I went to Mom and Dad's house. They were in the TV room recliners watching the continued news coverage....I remember Dad sitting there shaking his head and almost in tears...disbelief of what had transpired. I stayed for awhile then went home. I knew the world would never be the same.

Today was one of those beautiful fall mornings in NYC. There were a few overcast clouds, perhaps in memory of the many heroes who were here that morning. I will never know what the people of NYC felt that beautiful morning before the attacks. I do remember every year on 9/11 where I was and what I was doing that beautiful morning.